He Can Give Me What You Cannot.

What Would You Do If I Died? If You Died I Would Want To Die Too. So You Could Be With Me? Yes. So I Could Be With You. Okay.

Creedless Shells Of Men Tottering Down The Causeways Like Migrants In A Feverland.

They Spoke Less And Less Between Them Until At Last They Were Silent Altogether As Is Often The Way With Travelers Approaching The End Of A Journey.

Scared Money Can’t Win And A Worried Man Can’t Love.

Words Pale And Lose Their Savor While Pain Is Always New.